Hope For The Future

In a world of rags, a dysfunction’s dance,

Young ones gaze ahead, in hopeful glance,

Old fools cling to power, in stubborn stance,

Where is the structure, in this uncertain expanse?

Hope for tomorrow, amidst the fray,

In the hearts of youth, a brighter day,

Yet old fools linger, in their decay,

How do we move forward, what do we say?

The future rests on shoulders young and bold,

In their dreams, new stories unfold,

But old systems creak, their grip tight hold,

Where is the path, where is the threshold?

In the chaos, seeds of change are sown,

Hope’s whisper in the winds is known,

Young ones rise, their voices a tone,

In their hands, a future to hone.

So let us break the chains of old,

Forge a new path, courageous and bold,

In unity, our strength untold,

For hope for tomorrow, we must hold.

Though old fools may cling to their decay,

The young ones lead us to a brighter day,

With hope as our compass, we find our way,

Towards a future where all hearts may sway.